Genshin Impact: Dance of Sinners

Originally reading the comments happily, Fu Nina's expression suddenly dropped.

Who is really speaking human language?

……never mind.

Always compete with like-minded people and never argue with idiots.

After stretching, Funina put away the newspaper and strolled around the living room. Suddenly she saw Link's coat hanging on the hanger at the door.

With her eyebrows raised slightly, Fu Nina stretched out her little hand, trying to take Link's coat away...

Um? This is?

Funina scratched her head and took out a purple envelope from the pocket of Link's coat.

The envelope didn't seem to be ordinary paper, but made of a very special material. It felt gritty and hard, and you could vaguely feel a strange ice elemental force.

Funina subconsciously stretched out her little hand, trying to open the envelope...

There was an inexplicable throbbing in her heart, and Funina's movements froze.

The girl frowned slightly as she looked at the envelope in her hand, and touched her chin. Link wore this coat yesterday, so Link should have received this letter yesterday.

But judging from the oil seal on the envelope, Link did not open it when he received it yesterday. This may mean that... Link has a feeling of repulsion towards this letter in his heart.

I have never seen this kind of letter paper in Fontaine. It must have been sent from Zhidong. Therefore, the content of the letter is probably about the work of the Fools.

Hmm... let's forget it. I feel like I'll get into serious trouble if I open the letter.

Funina nodded thoughtfully, thinking that Link might have accidentally left this letter at home, so she might as well send it to the embassy for him.

well? Suddenly I found that my mind worked pretty well when I wasn't with Link.

Putting on a mask and sunglasses, Funina held up a parasol and walked towards the embassy.

It seems that after staying with Link for a long time, Funina is no longer as enthusiastic about the lively atmosphere of being popular among the people.

Security does not come from love, but from preference.

Rather than maintaining the image of a big star, Funina now prefers to save time and spend more time with the people she likes.

The girl walked on the street minding her own business, and soon arrived at the embassy where Link was.

When Link purchased the property, he had considered commuting. The walk from his residence to the embassy only took about twenty minutes.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

The doorkeeper today is an ordinary-looking waitress, but her clothes give people a sense of capable and refreshing.

"Is your curator free now?"

"The curator is out on business. If you want to see her, you need to make an appointment in advance."

"Then I won't make an appointment. Give him this letter." Funina took out the purple envelope from the small bag hanging on her waist.

"What is this?" The female receptionist took the envelope handed over by Funina in confusion, "Miss, may I ask who you are?"

Funina took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of clear eyes. Then she raised an index finger in front of her lips and made a silencing gesture.

"Ming, I understand!"

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Seine sea original.

The sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky.

With a small bench and a parasol, Link sat quietly on the beach with an easel in front of him and a fishing rod next to the easel.

This time, he did not use the water element force to draw. Link picked up the brush and simply dipped different paints on the drawing plate. On the drawing paper, a girl with white hair and different eyes and an elegant posture became more and more lifelike under his brush... …

The tall black-haired girl sat next to Link, also holding a fishing rod, but compared to Link's bucket of abundant harvest, Monica's bucket only had a few small fry.

The girl frowned, looking at Link's bucket and then at her own. She was really confused, and at the same time, she felt a slight sense of frustration in her heart. When Lady Funina is not around, Lord Link's IQ will return to normal. And when Lord Link's IQ is normal, even when he is multi-tasking, he is more than inferior to him.

"What do you think this means?" Link looked at the girl in the painting, dipping in paint from time to time to touch up a few strokes. At this time, he suddenly asked, probably noticing Monica's confusion.

"Hmm... According to common sense, you can't do two things at once, but Lord Link, you are able to draw and fish at the same time. In my opinion, this may show that when human beings' subjective initiative is exerted to a certain extent, Then you can transcend the so-called common sense. And transcending common sense is the first step to creating a miracle."

Link nodded thoughtfully, seeming to express approval and affirmation of Monica's answer, but in fact, he just wanted to practice cooking more.

"Lord Link, you seem to have something on your mind?"

"How did you tell?"

"You rarely spend time simply fishing or painting, so I think you must have encountered some troubles. And these two dark circles on your face..."

"I do have something on my mind." Link put down his paintbrush and grabbed the fishing rod beside him. What was amazing was that the moment Link grabbed the fishing rod, the buoy on the water trembled.

Pull and pull, and there is another live fish.

"May I ask what trouble you encountered?"

“I’m trying to master a skill, but I always fall short.”

"Can hard work make up for clumsiness?"

"It is not a problem that can be solved by hard work. This skill can only be practiced in actual combat."

"Practical combat? Lord Link, are you saying that this skill cannot be practiced alone?"

"No."

"Lord Link, if you don't mind, my subordinate..."

"I mind."

"Okay... okay." Monica shrank her head angrily.

"What do you think of my painting?" Link finally finished the painting in front of him. He breathed a sigh of relief. He put the brush and painting plate aside, took a few steps back and carefully observed the girl in the painting. He always felt that there seemed to be something there. Something is wrong, not very satisfied.

Monica put her head over curiously, touched her chin, and looked at the girl in the painting carefully.

Wearing a blue exquisite suit, the girl stood on the dazzling stage and danced like a natural idol. Her wavy hair was flying in the wind, her eyebrows were like the moon, her eyes were clear and bright, and she had a straight nose. , her fragrant cheeks are slightly dizzy, a soft smile hangs on her cherry lips, her oval cheeks are very beautiful, her skin that can be broken is as frosty as snow, her figure is as delicate as the water god...

Link's brushstrokes are delicate and the girl is vividly sketched, as if she will jump out of the painting at the next moment.

"...Lord Link, are you a realist?"

"I'm not an abstractionist anyway."

"The breasts seem to be a little bigger."

"Um...is it obvious?"